The accident at Purifying Water Square caused me to step into the highest position in the religious circle of Anling Island to fall to the bottom.

Even though the Governor's Office ordered that no news was allowed to be spread that was not conducive to the Holy Blood Sect, tens of thousands of witnesses still spread what happened at that time throughout Anling Island in a very short time.

The consequence that followed was that the reputation of the Holy Blood Sect completely collapsed, and everyone was waiting for the explanation of the Holy Blood Sect.

However, until tonight, the door of the Holy Blood Cult Cathedral showed no sign of opening.

In the wide but not exquisite study, the old pope buried his head among the various ancient scrolls piled up on the desk, as if he was looking for something, and this process had lasted for a day and a night, with half-long hair hanging down on both sides of his shoulders, covering the paranoid and crazy face below.

The destruction of several years of hard work was destroyed, and the destruction of the ancient god who had found at a huge cost was even more smashing the foundation for his comeback.

He could not accept this failure...it was not because of his hard work, but because he had no extra ten years!

"The Pope's Crown, the hunters in the sect have abnormal emotions. They want to talk to you... to talk to you that we have temporarily controlled them through the officers sent by the Governor's Office, but the situation is getting worse."

The middle-aged man in a white priest's uniform stood by the desk, so that the contents of his words would not make the pope feel irritated.

"In addition, Governor Zheng hopes that you can meet him as soon as possible. He wants to know what our next plan is. I think you should meet him. After all, we can maintain stability now all depends on Governor Zheng's trust."

"What do you want me to say when I meet him?"

The old pope suddenly looked up, his red eyes stared at the priest.

"Do you tell him that the monsters and ancient gods have been destroyed, our complete failure, or do you tell him that we have been lying to him, in fact, our rituals do not have the effect of immortality at all?"

"No, Pope's Crown, I mean..."

"Shut up, you don't know Zheng Yuan at all. He is a guy who is extremely eager for life span. As long as we don't take the initiative to expose it, he will never withdraw his aid to us before he completely tear it apart. As long as I can solve the problem, Zheng Yuan will only become a vocal worm who asks for it again!"

Without a chance to say the complete sentence to his deputy, the old pope yelled hysterically,

"Now go out right now, I'm not in the mood to listen to those meaningless trivial matters!"

The reprimanded priest hurriedly bowed and retreated from the room, but the old pope stopped what he had done after he left, looked down at the mahogany chair under him, to be precise, its right armrest.

Bang!

He slapped the front end of the handrail with one palm, and two fingers were pinched out of it on a scroll. The old pope looked at the parchment that was yellowed due to his age, and his hands were trembling at this moment.

Pushing away all kinds of ancient books, put the parchment paper in the middle, and there were several long sentences with distinct paragraphs on it. The palm of his hand rubbed them, and the old man suddenly said in a deep voice,

"In the past ten years, in order to realize your vision, I have...finally failed because of a betrayal hunter and a man I have never seen before...If your will is still on me, please guide me how to proceed."

He does not accept failure, but has to admit that his failure and no way out, and even wants to use this method to help him think about how to do the next action.

With his hands crossed against his forehead, this Pope of the Holy Blood Sect has prayed for the first time in recent years.

Not for the Holy Radiant Angel, but for some existence in his heart.

In the quiet room, the sound of "swish" blew through the branches from the night wind, and the old man suddenly leaned back on the bench, his face filled with frustration.

He didn't feel the other party's response, nor did he have any guidance, which made him feel disappointed and could only murmur in a low voice,

"I have let you down..."

"No, you didn't live up to it, in fact, you completed all the plans very well."

There was a sound coming out of the shadows in the corner.

"who?"

The old man suddenly stood up and his gaze was shocked and suspicious to the corner where the sound came. With his strength, even in a state of uncertainty, he was still extremely sensitive to the perception around him, and he did not notice any signs of invasion just now!

"Albert, I haven't seen you for more than ten years, you still look like this..."

A man walked out of the shadow, with blonde hair and not outstanding in outspoken face, but his eyes were stained with bloody light.

"How do you know me...who are you?"

The old man's name is naturally not a pope, but everyone has habitually called him the Pope's crown prince over the years, which makes it very few people who know their real name.

Not to mention the person who dares to call this name directly.

But the other person's appearance looked like a young man in his early twenties, but he said "I haven't seen him for more than ten years."

"Who was the one who asked you to come to Anling Island back then?"

In the gap between speaking, the shadows reflected by the young man on the ground gradually distorted and eventually turned into another appearance.

At this time, Albert was already stunned and stared at the old man in front of him who appeared in his dreams countless times in the past decade.

"Teaching...the Pope's Crown?"

His body gradually collapsed, and the old man's face was full of incredible expressions. He said with a stumbler as he spoke,

"You, you didn't have more than ten years ago..."

"The Alliance Navy's purge order, two generals, five lieutenant generals, twelve giant-class warships, and an encirclement formed by 30,000 navys. If I don't die, which of you can leave?"

The young man approached the desk, and Albert immediately stood up and moved out of his position. The former sat in without hesitation and said with a chuckling.

"But they..."

Albert was still a little confused.

"I know what you are going to say, No. 197, the box of truth, can see through the deepest thoughts of people. No one can lie in front of it, so I must die very thoroughly. The destruction of my body is not enough, and my consciousness cannot be retained either!"

The young man raised his hand and pointed his temple.

"However, as I once said, the things in the Ember Age are not divine objects, they are also objects created by man. The existence of human beings is naturally flawed, and the things they create naturally cannot be perfect."

"Mr. It is a great honor for me to come back and to see me, a loser who has failed to fulfill your volunteer."

"Failed... Didn't I just say that you didn't fail. Not only that, you completed all the tasks I left you, otherwise I wouldn't be able to appear in front of you and say these words to you now."

The young man smiled and shook his head.

"The monsters and the ancient gods you left me have been..."

"They are going to die, and those low-level guys have never been qualified to be eternal creatures. I left them to you in the first place, so that one day in the future, they can complete a step I have designed and help me restore the memories that were sealed at the same time as the consciousness was sealed."

Those existences that were extremely respected by the Holy Blood Sect seemed unworthy in his eyes. He raised his hand and a dark golden liquid sphere appeared in his palm.

"This is the most valuable thing they left behind. Gorman... Gorman, when I saw him on Anling Island, I felt that there was some kind of force pushing me to know him. Unexpectedly, the only successful child back then was him!"

"Raymond clearly told me that the child died at sea... He deceived me. Since you know his whereabouts... do you need to catch him back?"

Albert suddenly realized and then asked tentatively.

"No, Gorman has more important things to be done, and he has an extremely strong guy around him. You should have fought with him. Now he is no worse than you. There are also a few crew members with unknown strength. In the past, it will only make things worse."

The young man stood up from the chair again and walked towards the gate.

"I'm here to find you today, not for anything else, but just to help you end everything here. The flesh and blood livestock are already mature, and it's time to harvest."

"I wish to serve you, the Pope!"

Albert bent down and said with great respect.
Chapter completed!